The string to his head, the boss makes it nod
The string to his mouth, his mum pulls for food
The string to his soul, it leads up to god
But who controls the string to his cock?
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
If he would ever notice if he would even care
I'm just so bored
VERSE
Football on Sunday drinks after work
Tuesday a DJ Friday a jerk
And what really matters and who really cares
My lover's a puppet Pierrot Lunaire
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
If he would ever notice if he could even care
I'm so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
VERSE
Others have boyfriends, boyfriends who care
All flesh and blood, not string and air
They lay them on beds, they whisper je t'aime
They take off their clothes and make love to them
One day I'll cut my arms off and send them to him
I'll sever my legs, suspend them from strings
I'll be Pulcinella, we'll hang out so close
My wooden cheek to his wooden nose
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
As if he'd even notice as if he'd ever care
I'm so in love with Pierrot Lunaire.
VERSE
Lysergic Lysander nodding his head
A glittering panda that needs to be fed
A Cantonese opera performed at the zoo
These foolish things remind me of you
And the puppet girls kiss you, but they're on the move
They must know I miss you, please come back soon
In the depths of midwinter, at the bottom of the stair
I'm on fire, Pierrot Lunaire.
BRIDGE
Oh, claire de la luna I know you'll never care
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
If you would ever notice if you could even care
I'm in love with Pierrot Lunaire